He wanted to have a duel with Yang Xibi, not just to kill him, but also to fulfill the Vortex Cannon task that had been set aside for so long. But he feared Yang Xibi would avoid battle, and then Long Ke might casually kill him, losing the long-awaited chance, wouldn't it?
So Wen Ping might as well cater to his desires.
Didn't Yang Xibi want to live?
Then give him the outcome he desires.
"Really?" Yang Xibi responded immediately.
Wen Ping nodded, "Of course."
"Make her step back," Yang Xibi stared at Long Ke with lingering fear. The two were separated by more than ten steps, which made him uneasy.
This distance was not much different from having a knife poised to his throat.
Wen Ping smiled and nodded, amused at Yang Xibi's innocence. But since Yang Xibi felt so secure, why not indulge him a bit, "Zhao Keqing, please step back."
"What is happening?"
Long Ke, although puzzled, still stepped back.
